POEM A DAY 2020

Low-lying land

Kids in Tuvalu, they are in second grade
learning about emigration, what it means
to be an emigrant, to be submerged
in a new culture that isn't yours
because your birthright
is underwater
The government is planning
for the expatriation of its
10,000 remaining citizens
refugees fleeing a slow flood
of saltwater irrigation
and long goodbyes

Up In The Air

Not knowing, I
just want to sleep
until I do.
So much chaos,
exists between
the lines and within
and as the lines
themselves.

Red tape unfurling
as floating tassels,
as lake waste,
saturated,
in the dark and lonely
water,
that suffers the fool,
until the fool
should suffer no more.